Those Were The Days | vesta-shepard
Visiting Illium brought Kirrahe back to his youth. Nothing changed for asari. Eternity looked the same now as it did twenty-something years ago. Perhaps most unnerving was how similar the asari looked. No wrinkles, no change in colouration. He recognised a few dancers from his younger days, back when he was no more than a blip on the STG's radar. They hadn't aged a day. If only the same could be said for him.
He rolled his arm in his socket, glancing over his shoulder to see if his companion for this evening had arrived. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he even had to look. You could feel Shepard walk into a room. Something about the atmosphere changed. He doubted it was conscious on her part.
"You want a drink?" the voice of an asari bartender jerked Kirrahe out of his thoughts. He looked towards the woman. Yep. Same face. She probably didn't recognise him. He shook his head.
"I'm waiting on someone." The corner of his lips turned up in a friendly, albeit forced smile.
He hadn't had a chance to properly communicate with Shepard since Virmire. A lot had changed since then, for both of them. He found himself watching the crowd carefully. There were times he thought he saw Nyla's face among them, but he blinked and she was gone. Wishful thinking on his part? Maybe.
Then he felt it. The atmosphere shifted, and suddenly Eternity seemed ten times smaller than it had a minute ago. Kirrahe turned in his seat to see if he could wave Shepard over. Humans were so short, it was a wonder they could make it through crowds. He caught a flash of familiar golden hair, and for once it wasn't his memory playing tricks on him. "Commander!" he called, opting to use her title just in case she didn't want her location advertised. One long, green warm waved in the air to greet her.